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| We open backstage in Oklahoma at the Convention Center. Sharc is sitting on a steel folding chair in the middle of a room, wearing the same gray pants he wrestled in just a few minutes earlier. Blood is streaming down his face into his eyes. He wipes away the blood and looks at his red hand. SHARC: Dysan. I'm man enough to tell you that after that match tonight, I've got nothing but respect for you. Putting all the angles, all the mud slinging, putting our characters aside, that was one hell of a match. And yeah I lost. You honestly think I care? No. Because tonight, I showed you and everybody in TWW, that Sharc will not die easily. It took 10 to 15 minutes of pure hell to destroy me. You threw me through tables. You tossed me around the ring with big move after big move. Hit me with a chair. And through it all, I enjoyed it. I loved feeling my organs bouncing around inside. I enjoyed going numb for about 10 seconds after that DDT through the table. I loved your powerbomb. I loved getting superkicked. I loved every blow, every move. I enjoyed getting beaten in the head so hard that it's still bleeding. But I'm still breathing. Blood's still flowing. I ain't dead. He wipes away more blood from his forehead with his forearm. SHARC: So here I am. You see, I didn't get the chance to see what you said in your promo about me until after mine were done. And that's too bad. You said two things that stuck out to me. One, that I was dead. But I ain't dead. Two, you said, after you lose, it tears your heart out. I don't feel a damn thing but every muscle in my body on fire. After warring with you, I've discovered muscles I've never had burning. I love it. I mean, on some level, I am disappointed. But you don't go through this sport undefeated unless you're sucking the promoter's dick. He wipes away more blood with the palm of his hand. There is a knock at the door and it opens. MEDIC: Are you ready yet? SHARC: No, I can still think. Let me finish up here. Then you can stitch me up. MEDIC: I'll be outside. SHARC: So as Rich, the man behind Shasc. I'm telling you this. Dysan, I am sorry. I am sorry for what I said about your parents. I am sorry about what I said about your wife. Believe me, don't believe me, it doesn't matter. Accept, don't accept. Just know, you earned my respect out there tonight. I've faced big men before. And I'll be honest, I've never pinned a big man before other than Volunteer. You see, you thought all I've ever done is hurt myself and act like a prick. Like a scumbag. On some level, you're right. When I want to, I can be the sickest (beep) in the locker room. I am nuts. But I realize it, which is where a lot of people fail to miss. (He shakes his head and puts his fingers between his eyes and grimaces in pain. He looks back up at the camera.) You see, you acted like because you had collapsed lungs and broken bones, that was something to prove how great you are. That shows me just how soft you are. I mean, how much more can your battered body take really? I have never had a broken bone in my life. I've been through car wrecks, fights in real life, and you should have seen some of the matches I did in XWL. I went through four stacked tables. I've been thrown off the top of ladders. I've had barbed wire (he says looking down at his crotch), somewhere it should never be. XWL was wrestling hell. The pay was good. And I'm still young, so I can take it. You're not too old though, and you've been injured a lot. That tells me if I decide to come back for some more of you, you'll be the weaker one. Because you'll be the one going through tables, having your brain rattled with stiff chair shots. (He blinks his eyes rapidly). And, what was I saying. (He sighs.) SHARC: And Andy Extreme? (He smiles to reveal his teeth are also bloodstained.) Congratulations my man. I was wrong. I didn't destroy you. You came back in style. It felt good to have the rest of my forehead shredded by the barbed wire. It felt really good when I bit down on my own tongue because you blindsided me with the extreme dream. I'm done with you. I tap out (he says tapping his bare chest with his blood stained right hand). The war is over. There is no more Sharc in your life. Like I said, I'm sorry Andy. I may not like you, I may not respect you. But I'm sick of pissing you off. As a matter of fact, I'm sick of everything. I'm sick of being in TWW. I'm sick of extreme matches. I'm sick of bleeding. I'm sick. So Andy, Wednesday, go get that title that has your name written all over it. Go be a big star. Beat the man. Hell, Sharc is a jobber, isn't he? Why would you (beep) with him. I am nothing to nobody. I am (beep). I am a disease that has no cure but death. Life is a curse. (He mumbles something. He stares down at the floor.) I'm all done. I'm going home. Static We open up in Sharc's hotel room. Hours have passed since Lighning went off the air. The arena is about a half-hour or so away. Chelsea is reading a paperback novel in brown recliner. She is wearing blue pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt. Reading about a line, before she glances towardthe door. Back to her novel. Back to the door. Back to her novel. Back to the door. Almost like clockwork. She mumbles something. She looks at her watch. She gets up out of the chair and paces back and forth beside their bed. She bites at her fingernails and paces some more, pausing only to look at her watch, pace, bite her fingernails, stop, and return to her novel in the chair. She gets up quickly and walks to the dresser. She pulls open the bottom drawer and pulls out three plane tickets. CHELSEA: 9:45 a.m. (She walks over the phone beside the two beds. She pushes four buttons and turns around so she can watch the door.) Hi, this is room nine-eleven. Can I get a wake up call tomorrow morning at 8 a.m.? Right. Thank you. She hangs up the receiver and bites at her fingernails again. She walks around to the front of the bed nearest the TV set. She grabs the remote from the dresser and flips on the television. She flips by and sees the replay. The main event of Lightning. She stares blindly at the screen. She looks back toward the door. Back at the screen. She suddenly puts her hands up to her face and begins crying. She looks up as tears run down her cheeks right at the camera. CHELSEA: It's my fault isn't it? I'm the reason he lost? CAMERON: No. Andy Extreme caused the loss. CHELSEA: No, it's my fault. I'm trying to change him. He doesn't want to be changed. Maybe I should just go back home and leave him alone. CAM: Don't you dare. That would crush him. CHELSEA: No. It would help him. The phone rings. Chelsea is up quick and runs over the phone. CHELSEA: Hello? No, who's this? Uhh, no, you must have the wrong room. (She slams the phone down.) (Beep). CAM: Who was that? CHELSEA: (She quickly turns around.) What, nobody. Wrong number. CAM: Uhh, okay. CHELSEA: You think I'm lying? CAM: Uhh, yeah. CHELSEA: Oh God, this can't be happening. (She runs into the bathroom and slams the door shut. The phone rings again. Cameron puts down the camera on the bed and we see his legs move toward the phone. We then hear the bathroom door slam open and Chelsea comes flying out and leaps across the bed. She grabs the receiver before Cam can.) Hello? (she says out of breath). NO, WRONG ROOM BITCH! She slams the phone down. She is back up and runs back into the bathroom to slam the door shut again. We hear a loud bang. Cam walks back to his camera and picks it up. He turns it toward the camera as we see Suicide crack The Living Proof Shawn Chase with a guitar. Epitome of Evil gets a pin over the TWW Champion. Chelsea is screaming something through tears from the bathroom. Cam turns up the TV volume to drown her out. He flips by a movie channel. He turns the camera around. CAM: Can't show you what's on Showtime now. Oh baby. We hear a man and woman moaning over cheesy porno music in the background. The bathroom door crashes open again, and Cam shuts off the TV. CAM: What movie? (He picks the camera back up). CHELSEA: Why isn't he coming back? What have I done to him? I've (beep) ruined him! I've made him a joke. CAM: So? At least he's still getting paid. CHELSEA: (She turns away from Cam.) I can't deal with this. CAM: DUDE! He lost a match! Are you gonna kill yourself like this every time he loses? CHELSEA: This is MY FAULT! Static CAM: It's 3 a.m. 3:13 to be exact. He'll be here. He loves you. Chelsea is lying face down on their bed. She is curled up into a ball and clutching at the pillow. Her eyes are closed. CAM: You still awake? (No response.) I guess not. There is a snap at the door. Chelsea's head pops right up. The door opens with a bang. Sharc has come home. He drops an equipment bag on the floor and walks in. He is wearing black jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt. Chelsea runs over to him and wraps her arms around him. He does not respond. She is mumbling/whispering something the camera cannot pick up. Sharc grabs her with both hands by the head and pulls her away arm's length from him. He stares at her. She is still, paralyzed with fear. Not for what he'll do, but for what he'll say. But he only stares at her. SHARC: I guess you saw what happened. Do you see all these stitches in my head? (Chelsea reaches for them, but Sharc stops her.) I said, do you see them. I didn't say touch them. CHELSEA: Yes (she says very weakly). SHARC: You know, I was out in that ring, fighting perhaps the most talented man in Tidal Wave Wrestling tonight. And I took everything he had. He split by flesh open right over my eye with his bare fist. He tries to paralyze me several times. You saw every move he did, didn't you. CHELSEA: Yes. SHARC: Do you have any idea why I kept kicking out. Why I didn't just say enough pain, I want to go home and (beep) my brains out with my girl. Do you know why I refused to stop until Andy Extreme knocked me out and shredded me like a cheese grater? It was all for you. CHELSEA: For me? SHARC: Yeah, it was all for you. You see, I know Dysan was all pissed at me, that's nothing new. I piss off everybody I come in contact with. It's who I am. I like doing that. Because I test my opponents like nobody else. Either they have the talent to take it and beat me, or I destroy them. There is no in between. I was not thinking about what I said to piss him off. I was not thinking about the (beep) with you trying to make a me a "good guy." All I wanted was to come home a winner. I was willing to end up in a hospital tonight, just to show you I am the best (beep) wrestler in this company. But I couldn't do it. Dysan was too good. Too pissed. Too talented. He is going to be at the top of this company some day. And I hung with him like nobody else has. Everybody he has faced, he has completely destroyed. He hurt me, but he didn't destroy me. He pinned me, but he didn't dominate me. I hung with him. Any other day, one on one, that match was all mine. But that doesn't matter now. All I could picture was this scene. You all worried about me because I lost. My God, you are so beautiful, you know that. CHELSEA: (She closes her eyes and tears roll down her cheeks.) I am so. SHARC: What? CHELSEA: Sorry (she squeaks out). SHARC: Why? CHELSEA: You told me and I didn't listen. About the promos. I'm sorry. SHARC: Yeah. In spite of that minor detail. You have been nothing but good for me. Honestly. I mean, look, you are important to me. I didn't know if we would click when I first asked you to come with me, but, I made the right choice. You can't fight fate. God wanted us to be together for some reason. I'll be damned if I know why, but everything happens for a reason. Ass kickings. Accidents. Us. I have a feeling something big is coming for us. Chelsea looks over toward the phone. SHARC: So quit crying. And let me get in that (beep) bed so I can get some sleep. I'll fight again. And I guarantee I will not only put up a fight like that again. But I'll win one for you. |
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